Max didn't need to tell him twice. When Martyr stepped into view there simply wasn't anything else to look at. Solaris could have been walking her down the aisle, and Katan wouldn't have noticed. The man had been to a decent number of weddings in his time, but it wasn't until now that he understood all that crap about how beautiful a bride was on her wedding day. Bride... The tainted word triggered something in Katan. His stormy orbs darted to the area behind the preacher, as if Neth would pop out of nowhere to steal the show.
Val?s ears were not keen enough to pluck Emlen?s whisper from the air, but if he had, the man would have loaded a scathing frown: Martyr did not look amazing, she looked completely flawless. Val was captivated, hypnotized by her every angle, for what was being lead towards him was a beauty, a fathomless paradox; the girl was always stunning, but this was just ridiculous. And all at once, Val shuffled on his polished loafers as a sudden fit of grotesqueness became him--he would look like an oaf at her side. But this passes and Val lifts his chin. His suit was black, his vest was black, slacks conforming with the crisp shirt below. And all is contradicted by the stark red tie and the paired corsage that was pinned precisely to his suit coat. For Martyr, a thin smile. "Yeah baby," he answered softly. "There. She. Is."
Eyes widened, and features softened. There she was. Minoko wanted to take the delicate moment and ruin it with a cheer. She hadn't known the couple for very long, but their engagement seemed to have lasted for years and years. They had made it! Her gaze briefly shifted to the dapper brother before she looked to Val. It was then that all the fuzzy wedding feelings washed over her. The groom's reaction was priceless, and Minoko could feel tears forming in her eyes. Her tears were no good, though. If Martyr saw then she'd probably take the time to see what was wrong. Minoko?s head bowed down to the roses once again. Tears were blinked away. They would fall down to mingle with the reddest of petals. Blame it on the sun.
Phoenix had been waiting in the wings if Nazareth tried anything?mostly because if her wedding was destroyed, Martyr would never stop thinking about it which meant Phoenix would never stop thinking about it. As her eyes met up to the party waiting on the other side of the stretch which felt like miles to the anxious immortal the nervous air about her faded. Her face lit up, a smile crept across her off-ruby painted lips. She met the eyes of everyone, and all at once the girl practically bounced like the child Katan was holding. She remembered her place, her environment, and she took in a breath and tried her best to look serious. ?Thank y-you,? the girl whispered to her brother and gave his arm a gentle tug a bride?s hug. Finally, after felt like forever they stopped in front of the alter.
Emlen held her arm and waited as they halted in front of the stand. He waited for the priest?s words and swallowed hard. His eyes drifted over to Minoko just in time to catch those tears, and he smiled softly. He?d cry, too, but he was a man, and he got his tear ducts removed. Those bright blue eyes trailed to Martyr soon after. He gave her arm a squeeze with the cuff of his own and rocked up onto his toes for a minute. Was anyone else hot? He was burning up?
Max seemed more than content that everyone had heard her and took the time out to look at her mother. The little child was filled with pride. ?That?s my pwetty Mommy.? The girl announced. ?Mommy and Daddy are gonna get married and make me a bwother or sister?? Where was she getting this stuff? Still, it was loud enough for her father to hear, so if he wasn?t nervous enough, that was for him. Max wanted siblings, that is all.
It was definitely hot. The world was a significantly hotter place when you were in a three piece. Max's comment had the man bending down and letting out a stifled laugh against the girl's back. Katan quickly regained his composure and straightened up. When the violets of the blushing bride shifted his way he flashed those pearly whites. It wasn't a difficult task. Despite all the talk concerning the worst fianc? and the worst best man, the two seemed to be doing alright for themselves.
Val?s lips slanted with shock when Max blurted that out for the crowd. Then the slant curled and a filthy smirk appeared. He shakes his head because that little girl was just too much---but boy did it do wonders for his constitution and poise, for the man was sinking into anxiety once his gorgeous fiance was presented at the alter. Val beams to Martyr, folds his arms behind his back and looks up to The Good Reverend.
And The Good Reverend presided over the approach like a conductor, his smile luminant and his big cheeks were buoyant, full and wet. Per that lanky blokes request, Gregory had tucked his crucifix into the folds of his cloak---but did not remove it completely. Much of him wished to decline the offer once the strange Mr. Val unrolled his rulebook. But to no one?s surprise, Christianity was not making any comebacks in Rhy?Din, so a fat, aging reverend had to take what he could get, and that pious gentleman seemed to have crowns to burn. Putting this aside, Gregory lifted his arms ceremoniously and smiled to the scant gathering and cleared his throat.
?Hello,? Gregory began in a wise, cheerful way. ?Welcome friends of Mr Val,? Gregory tips his head at the man, ?and Miss Caia Slane.? The Reverend brings his hands together slowly and rests the tied knuckles onto the face of the Alter. Yeah, he had a tiny bible hidden there. ?I was told, and quite firmly I might add,? he say with a lifted finger. ?to keep this straightforward, to keep it professional and respectful of both the Bride and Groom?s wishes. And boy, did this man have a list of wants.? Once he had slipped the joke in at Val?s expense, Gregory instantly regretted it, but held up stoically, showing no fear. He smiles warmly at the man. ?But I know Mr. Val is a warm man, and though we have not known one-another very long, I know that all these requests were pieced together out of a deep and powerful love for his beautiful bride.? Gregory shifts his obese smile to Martyr and lifts his hands.
Despite what he thought, Emlen's tear ducts were present and accounted for. Praying that the little makeup she was wearing hadn't been smeared, Minoko's head lifted, and her dark eyes focused on the reverend that presided over the ceremony. A small amount of bewilderment appeared in the woman's eyes at the mention of Miss Caia, as the immortal would always be Martyr to her. She smiled faintly when Val was spoken of. It was hard to keep still, to not fidget with the red sash that adorned her violet dress or toy with the flowers in her hand, but Minoko did her best to look proper for the nonexistent crowd.
?And a main point was to keep it very short, and very sweet,? chirps the florid Reverend as bold arrows of perspiration crossed around, over and down the bulbous waves of flesh boldening his brow. ?So without another delay, the couple has written personal Vows.? Gregory dips his head to Val, cueing him.
The bride did laugh at the priest?s joke, a dainty hand covering up the smile as the girlish titters spilled from her. ?O-oh?? The girl corrected herself, and as the man addressed her, she felt as if she was shrinking. As if in that moment, the sun concentrated all of its heat on her. She would not sweat, could not burn in the heat or light. That didn?t necessarily mean that she wouldn?t cling closer to Emlen and avert her eyes to her feet which wiggled beneath the silver heels that matched the necklace that wrapped around her elegant neck. Steps were taken, and the immortal was attempting to hide behind her big brother in a fit of pure anxiety.
As Minoko cleaned up her expression, Emlen relaxed. That was of course, until Martyr was on the move. Grunts and groans came from him as Martyr used him as a meat-shield. If he had a nickel for every time he had assumed that position, he?d be a rich man. There was a quick annoyance painted on his expression, and all at once, he side-stepped, gripped Martyr?s arm tighter, and pulled her out into the open. When she?d try to flee once more, he?d preform the same invasive maneuvers until the girl stayed put. When the reverend spoke up once more, he pushed Martyr forward and watched her take her place next to the man. Then he?d be dipping out of sight, to stand near Katan.
The dance between siblings would normally have had Katan in stitches. He managed to stay silent, though, and even took the care to hide his smirk behind Max's head. When Emlen moved to stand near him he glanced at Minoko, who didn't seem too happy about the traditional wedding positions. The man's attention then shifted to the groom during his moment of truth.
Val stepped forward with excitement, his smile coruscating with freshly tapped joy, and for the first time in a very long time, Val did not appear old, for his bride?s radiance had crisped his bitter edges, and here stood a clean and young man. He extends his hand to Martyr, expecting her own. ?Martyr,? Val chimed around a handsome smile. ?Of all the time I?ve spent in this world---no hour, no month nor year could compare to this second. And of all the words I have spoken, no single line has never, nor will ever compare to the importance of those I will say on this day. Our story is not conventional, and on this foundation I find hope. There is no one I hold in higher regard, no one I respect more, no one I admire as much as you.? He takes a moment to slide a long and sweet smile to Max. ?Except you, darlin?.? Hey--the toddler was smart, so he planned ahead to avoid dangerous questions later on tonight. Slowly turning eyes return to his to-be. ?You are a beloved young lady, one who finds friends wherever she goes. And despite it all I can say in absolute confidence that they do not see what I see. I see strength and power and a person with so much to offer the world, I often find myself completely humbled beside you, lit in your genuine and good natures. And with your hand in mine, I am again completely humbled. Now, with this very hand, I ask you to be mine forever.?
The hand had met his upon request and the bride lit up to every syllable that was uttered from his lips. When he spoke to Max, she nodded and smiled happily. The toddler seemed more than content in knowing she was the second-to-none. She needed a minute, or an hour? Her eyes were overfilled with tears, and luckily she had the super Rhy?din make up on, otherwise they may have had problems. The water ran down her face and despite it, she was smiling like the cat that ate the canary. When his words concluded, she gave his hand a dainty squeeze and began after a few harsh swallows. ?V-valc-croix? W-when I f-first met you, I d-didn?t even know w-who I was? Y-you b-bought me shoes, b-but m-more importantly, y-you g-gave me life, and s-soon b-became m-my life? Y-you g-gave me the m-most b-beautiful little g-girl in the w-world? If I h-hadn?t met you that d-day, I d-don?t think I would h-have existed? I love y-you V-val, and I w-would be honored t-to be yours f-forever.?